Bare feet

These words count time
padding flames testify
Starting in the middle
Bare feet brought us here
Pulling playful nose
Towards unknown truth
Without the longer pause,
We exhale
Crying eyes for sleep. 
Building strength awakens
Pushing past the maze fields
Hiding confused  blind mice
Holding secrets out,
Carving thoughts into
words and shapes
Promising to return ,
The nose sets out
Against great odds, 
Meat meets bones
Are Quicker together.
The gears are too small to see,
But you can taste
sweetness as you exhale
hands of gratitude. 
She disrupts images of beauty,
Casting  out our willful hands 
A great whiff and sniff creates the vortex that carries us inside.
Speaking in echoes across the void.
Not down the rabbit hole,  but up the canines nose. 

Koi

The bright  koi are anything but coy
The sound of the coming train brings them to the surface to show off their beauty in exchange for richness pellets
Grayness spreads slowly until the shadow fills all available space

Troys fountain head

Celebrating a claw they captured,
the ones on top dig deeper
Consuming  mouthfuls of them at a time
Chirping new feathers and feet cling to the mesh singing with
  the rythm splashing of  a retired crucible leaking out the sides
Rhinoarachnid catches the mist on the rim of the dark pool the shape rises from
Humming
"Escaping from the flow
Preferring the unknown"
Distant laughing echoing through space lucid data becoming self aware. 

The dream city

There are no residents,  only those that are always hitting the roads, always moving on,  pausing only to avoid the path of others.

Mushrooms grow from the fallen trees

The Rhinos Run free in the sunlight stamping out the shrooms as they find them.
Except for at the eruption Shore where the spicy boys Kandinsky created from the liquid metal meeting the waves.
They left great quarry pits.

The nose naps

Days after waking under the giant mushroom,  the nose naps on.
The feline maze city in the valley beyond the stalks of maize will be explored at a later time. 

Scraping the floor

Scraping the floor,  a sharp material pierces the soft flesh of the bare foot and the kobold remembers a time with the reflection pond.

The nose sniffs the dancing light of the pool.

"I want to drink"
the kobold said in the only way it knew how.
The sound that came out was something between a gargling cough and a sigh.
GajhhhWaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

The ToadFrog sobbing response, "....I'll rub some tears on it. Tears are supposed to heal things."  Then winks one big eye before continuing with programming. 

Falling headfirst, the kobold entered the liquid light.

The pool's images created empty lungs to cry out as beating life began to vibrate through the limbs. 

This is the  first time to hear the sound of life beating along the spine; the sound of galloping feet echoing off a hard surface towards something new. 

The eyes want to see more than the body is able.  
As the pool was drained,  the kobold was able to pull off its nose and toss it towards something unknown. 
The oil from the Kobold's body contaminated the liquid, causing it to be drained and the kobold is questioned and being unable to respond in any way,  is put to work scraping the floor and making cones.